WHOLE NO. 699. BOSTON, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1854. YOLUME XIY. NO. 14 OFFICE, 8 Chardon-strcct The Waymarks. BY REV. A. C. THOMPSON. ('Continued from our last.) GOING far to the north, we will visit the Sa- guenay. We are borne along a stream, broad, dark, and deep, in places even fathomless. Lofty mountains, rugged and precipitous, form its shores. No mortal, not even the Indian, has probably ever set foot upon them. It is mid- night; and the moon has gone down behind a dark crest of the bleak, western barrier. We moved onward, amid the awful solitude, till we approach one of the everlasting hills which has stepped down to the stream, and advanced its foot into the water. It is called " Eternity Point,"—a rock, rising perpendicularly, with its majestic front of fifteen hundred feet, while the line finds no bottom to the quiet current at its base. It is a mountain that might be touched as we sail by. But God has touched the hills, and they smoke. 44 The Mount is altogether on a smoke, because the Lord descended upon it in fire, and the smoke thereof ascended as the smoke of a furnace." Just below, and far down the stream, vast tracts are in a blaze. It is as if the whole region were instinct with volcanic forces, and just ready to burst forth in over- whelming terrer. You observe, as your eye looks down that gloomy vista, that those livid flames are beyond " Eternity Point." Ah, traveller! whither are you bound? Nearing " Eternity Point," the raging fires be- low in full view, what think you of life, of death ? The hour is coming when " the heaven shall depart as a scroll when it is rolled together, and every mountain and island be moved out of their places. And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every freeman, shall hide themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains, and shall say to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of Him that sitteth on the throne* and from the wrath of the Lamb; for the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand ?" Voyagers on the swift current of time, what is the prospect opening before us as we round Eternity Point ? When our bark shall have shot by that solemn bourn, and dense darkness have veiled—impenetrably veiled—you and me from the eyes of those behind, where shall we be ? Ponder it, ye who spend your years as a tale that is told, who are as a sleep; ye who, in this night of time, float listlessly along to- ward the last beacon between this world and the next, ponder it. 44 The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God." But while from the midst of that fire we seem to hear many a one, crying, 14 Have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am tormented in this flame ; " in one direction only is there light and peace,—it is in the blue heavens above. The stars, as they look down placidly upon us, speak of the Better Land. They remind us of them who 4 4 died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country. And truly, if they had been mindful of that country from whence they came out,-they might have had opportunity to have returned. But now they desire a better country that is, an heavenly; wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; for he hath prepared for them a city." It was on these very stars that Enoch, Noah, Abraham and Jacob gazed ; by their light they were guided in their journeyings and sojournings, aud their silent suggestions from on high awak ened earnest and holy desires after another coun- try. Blessed patriarchs! 44 Ye are not now come unto the mount that might be touched, and that burned with fire, nor unto blackness, and darkness, and tempest; but ye are come un- to mount Sion, and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innu- merable company of angels, tothegeneral assem- bly and church of the first-born, which are written in heaven, and to God, the Judge of all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect, and to Jesus, the Mediator of the new covenant, and to the blood of sprinkling, that speaketh better things than that of Abel." 44 There is a happy land, • Far, tar away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day. Hark, how they sweetly sing,— Worthy is our Saviour Kirjg ; Loud let his praises ring : Praise, praise for aye ! Come to this happy land, Come,'come away ! Why will you doubting stand, Why thus delay 1 On, then, to glory on ! Be a crown and kingdom won ; Then, bright above the sun, We'll reign for aye ! " We embarked on another stream,—let it be the St. Lawrence,—near its head, and move downward with the mighty current of a river ample enough for the highway of nations, drain- ing an area of half a million of square miles, and the outlet of more than a half the fresh wa ter of the globe. We sweep by now a solitary island, sitting swan-like on the flood; and now by a cl uster of th e sam e, A n on th e river spreads into a broad lake, and then is compressed again between its rocky shores. We are nearing the rapids. The bosom of the river heaves and ed- dies as if leveathan had grown angry, and were causing it to boil like a pot. And now we are swept into the midst of perils of waters where all is wild confusion and foam, the rocks on either side threatening instant destruction to the vessel, which plunges and writhes as if the fatal colli sion has already taken place. The stoutest hold their breath, and glance alternately at the ar rowy flood and at the wheel, where four sinewy steersmen put forth their strength, and the keen, steady eye of the chief pilot re-assures the hearts of trembling passengers. It is one of life's passages that we have thus made. Often is the soul in straits, where the current whirls and tosses, and there is a sharp rock on one side, and a sharp rock on the other, and it seems as if wreck were unavoidable But "rily Father is at the helm." With a high band and an outstretched arm does he guide his children. 44 God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof." On we go, and still on, day after day, along that broad mirror, of six hundred miles' length that re-duplicates from its clear surface populous city, and village, and smiling farm-house, trees and clouds, and the ever-varying forms of grand eur in the bold ranges that define its borders, But the river meets the sea, and is lost. And is its meaning lost? Shall its significancy as a symbol be unheeded ? Who does not see in it time swallowd up in eternity ? life with its depths and shallows, its eddies and rapids, its broad quiet bosom and its rushing narrows, its bright hues and dark vapors, its current urging still on to the great ocean ? A solemn thing this life-excursion,—once made, forever! It is something to move the soul's lowest depths to look out on the boundless expanse beyond, and feel the vast swells, and catch the solemn sounds of eternity; and happy he, who, in sailing down the stream, has an eye to behold the sweet fields beyond.who maintain calmness amid the swelling of Jordan; yea, whose peace God maketh like a river ! What believing pilgrim can keep his thoughts away from a better land, that is, an heavenly ? 41 There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place ofthe tabernacles of the Most high. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved." 41 Look upon Zion, the city of our solemnities: thine eyes shall see Jernsalem a quiet habitation, a tabernacle that shall not be taken down ; not one of the stakes thereof shall ever be removed, neither shall any of the cords thereof be broken. But there the glorious Lord will be unto us a place of broad rivers and streams; wherein shall go no galley with oars, neither shall gal- lant ship pass thereby." But you have reached the sea, that fearful expanse, the highway of the Almighty. 44 His path is in the great deep: his pavilion round about him are dark waters and thick clouds of the sky." And as you have sailed , day after day, and week after week, witnessing the wonders of God, when the awful anthem of the storm was the only music that greeted you ; when you were tossed about, a thing of utter helplessness; when neither sun nor stars in many days ap- peared, and no small tempest lay on you; then you opened the Apocalypse, and read with a delight not to be described: 44 I saw a new heaven and a new earth ; for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea." You read again and again, with heightening appreciation of its meaning : 44 No more sea ; no more sea." Your voyage is to the tropics. You visit the island toward which this country turns such a covetous eye. New forms of exuberant vegeta- tion, the perennial verdure of foliage, the spon taneous profusion of fruits, the fragrance of or- angeries and coffee plantations,the feathery bam boo and banana, and the stately classic palm supply unlooked for types of beauty, enhanced by an atmosphere of singular serenity, and a sky of the softest blue. There, too, the sun shineth in his strength ; 14 there is nothing hid from the heat thereof; he rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race." 41 Not, as in northen climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light." Evening comes on, and you not only oehold familiar stars, but the brilliant constellations of the southern firmament look down upon us. In- dividual stars of eminent beauty,—Achener Canopus, Maia Placida, the star of first magni- tude nearest the south pole, and the two of simi lax rank in Centaur,—rise up to view. But chiefly are you delighted as the Southern Cross presents itself in all its mild ygt impressive glory. You find special occasion for wonder and praise. You would fain walk to the house of God, in company with them that keep holy time ; but, alas! where will you find such ? The Lord's day is not known : the mummeries of su- perstition, baptized or unbaptized, are not the worship of God. All the abomination of slave- ry and the slave trade obtrude upon your eye; and, in the midst of so much that is outwardly fair, you shed bitter tears over the blight of sin : you are at once drawn and driven to contemplate those regions never visited by the curse. Who will not bless God, that he has given us